but still

Drop to your knees. Go silent. Tear up old love letters. Close your eyes. Give back the Holy water. Bow your head.

There is no Holy without humanity. There is no humanity without Holy.

Every day is a little like living. And a little like dying.

The heart no longer works.
But still. It. Loves.

(january 2015)

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